Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Festy_Dog]

Hamish audibly gulps his food, but there was too much to swallow and he winces as it goes down.

"Begs ya pardon there. Glad to meet your good selves. Like me brother says, we can make up for what each uvver don't have. He gots the know-how, I gots the do-how," he says proudly.

He wipes his hands on a napkin and offers his hand to the others to shake.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

"Good evening Shorty," Joe replies, shaking the man's hand, "and good evening to you as well Hamish." With the formalities out of the way, Joe sits back and marvels at the group that has so far been assembled to assist Jackson Elias. He couldn't help but think that this was going to be a very interesting engagement indeed.

 

[Shapermc]

Shorty shakes Joe's hand and then leans back a bit, noticing that his brother has returned to eating, he decides to cut to the chase.

"So, teach... What is your proposition? Giv 'e all the bloody details."

 

[VorpalBunny]

Carter swings a chair around from another table and sits down.

"The details? I'm afraid you know everything I do at this point. It appears we'll have to wait until the 15th to hear any more."

Carter looks around the table. So this is the "expedition": a priest, a restauranteur, two criminals, and myself. Who said anthropology isn't fun?

 

[Shapermc]

"So what we just going to sit here 'ill then? I say that I goes to the library to figure out what this Carlyle Expedition is exactly so we know mores whats we gettin into,see. Hamish you with me or them for the time?"

 

[Krug]

Thomas Anderson has a spring in his step. He is excited about the prospect of adventure and leaving the restaurant. He makes sure that the priest and the professor are well attended to, though he wonders why they seem to be conversing so deeply with the two thugs at the next table...

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Oim wif you Shorty, unless thems fellows has got something they needs me doin, I'm there all tha way," Hamish says after downing the last of his meal.

 

[Shapermc]

"Yous got some crumbs on you." Shorty says pointing down to Hamish's suit coat.

"Ok Teach, I am heading to the library for a bit. I also need some time to ... tie up some loose ends 'ith me bro'ter before we head out. If you need to find me you can check the library, other than that I say that we meet back here before we depart. I like to know what I am getting into before I get into it. What you think Teach?"

 

[VorpalBunny]

"That seems like a good idea." Carter stands up from the table and puts on his coat. "We'll meet back here the afternoon of the 15th, hopefully with Jackson Elias - I hope he knows he's buying lunch!"

"I should be getting back anyway. Thoser papers aren't going to grade themselves. If you should need to get in touch with me before the 15th, please call my office at Columbia. Father, care to share a taxi?"

[OOC: When Carter returns to Columbia, he'll read up on the Carlyle Expedition (take 20 on a Research check) and contact Jonah Kensington to see if Elias has contacted him, as well as pumping him for information the Research check may not have uncovered.)]

 

[Yellow Sign]

Febuary 14th, 1925
8:35 PM

Professor Carter was smoking his pipe by the fireplace, with a good book, Jackson Elias' Son's Of Death. It is pretty amazing how he infiltrated that Thuggee cult. You don't know if it was bravery or shear stubbornness. The telephone rings and you jump. Lifting the phone off the receiver, you say "Hello". The familar voice Jackon Elias answers. "Thank God, John, I hoped you were home." You can detect a hint of fear in his voice. You don't remember every seeing Jackson afraid before. "I don't have much time, have you gotten a team together? You have! Great, I am going to need all the help I can get. I am on to something big. I...well....*sob*....Sorry, I just have been on the go and I am badly in need of some rest." The line seems dead for almost half a minute. "Carter! Meet me at my hotel. It's the Chelsea Hotel, room 4B, tomorrow around 7:00 PM. I have some errands to run, but I should be back by then. Oh, I know I said I would be in on the 15h but the ship arrived a day early. Well I have to run. See you tomorrow." With that the line goes dead.